Milda stands tall above the big lie alone
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No face is hidden in a mask, no mouth is covered with a palm
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The three stars of freedom are raised majestically
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Heroes carved in stone at its foot
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At the foot of the herds, strangers are scurrying
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Once a year, candles are lit and repairs are made
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Who is still alive in the memory of the gentle Awakening
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Well, everyone walks like trained in muzzles
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Every day in the portals, in the printed press
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TV and radio train alike
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To the death with death to scare the crowd
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To cage with a disguised mule
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And leads this dressage leaderboard
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Only politicians and journalists
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Encoding masses with a single trump
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Mutiny of Latvian Globe experts
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At the foot or the mask for those minds of science
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Even Nobel laureates
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Because the goal is a lie, both in front and in the background
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Let's all be like Zeki - by cameras in the zone
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The goal is to make man fear man
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Let hope, joy turn into hate
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Those who are without masks, to get rid of them
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And called covid dissidents
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Children should be born and die in gadgets
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Close to close, far to separate
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To meet not in real life anymore, but only in Zoom -
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With the fear of death in every grim look
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That's not why I was born a Latvian in this country |
Let the free and healthy be tested as sick
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The Swedes prove how this virus spread
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Reaped by death, no more than the flu
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Milda doesn't lie like that - the stars shine
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Enlighten minds about lying power
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If the Baltic Way continued today
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Most would face it with muzzles
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The president masquerading as his own in the bazaar
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Cages make you think freely in this plague
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Masks allow not to wear the law without controversy
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Only for psychs and the physically challenged
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Let someone with asthma smoke even more like a suffocator
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Let the sick at heart smoke, whose grave has not yet been dug
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A mask from the severe covid virus
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How a gauze condom protects
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The mode is not local, but global - I know that
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I load the barrels with songs, not lead
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Although long ago, I was a witness
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Singing with the Singing Revolution
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Milda stands tall above the big lie alone
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No face is hidden in a mask, no mouth is covered with a palm
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The three stars of freedom are raised majestically
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The last characters set in stone
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Bij' Awakening. |
Well, falling asleep is here
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The vaccine bells are already ringing goodbye
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Once the KGB's concern was that you don't have a face
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Today's KGB - "Health Safety Committee"
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I don't have a poem about carin's meters |
But for the shirts sparkling white and four
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Against lies this song and deadly news
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About our still alive consciences |